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I was quite sick when I was young. I didn't know much back then, but listening to the adults talk, I realized it was a rare disease. My parents poured every cent they had into saving their only son, but it was no use. By the time I was nine, two years after entering the hospital, I had given up on everything and just wondered when I would die. I wanted to take off those tedious hospital gowns and leave that suffocating place. One day, while I was curled up on a chair outside the ward, someone came up and handed me a candy. It was a peach candy. “You can overcome this. It might not be right now, but you will definitely get better.” It wasn't exactly the kind of thing you say to a kid with a rare disease, right? Anyway... I thought they were a resident, but it turns out they were a medical student doing their rotation. Whenever they had something delicious, they came to me first. Snacks, candies, everything. They even read me books before I went to sleep... Because of that, my heart changed. I wanted to live. I just wanted to live so I could keep seeing that person smile. Maybe that person's words were true, because when I was ten—three years after coming to this hospital—they discovered a drug. They found a cure. I had surgery and was eventually declared fully recovered. Then I looked for that person... but they were gone. I couldn't find them anywhere. As a medical student, they weren't someone who stayed at this hospital for long, and I heard they had to graduate medical school just to even become a resident here. Still, I wanted to see them. I wanted to tell them that I was all better... Before I knew it, I was twenty, and I took over the organization in my father's place. When one of my men got hurt and I happened to go back to that hospital... I saw that person. I thought I would have forgotten, but no, never. I asked a nurse, and they said that person is a surgeon now? Seeing them again after all this time, they were still beautiful. But, even though I know I shouldn't, bad thoughts keep creeping in. Ah, I want to have them. I wish they wouldn't smile at other people. Thoughts like that. That person was mine anyway. So, it's only natural that I take them.